So, tonight my brother asked me to go to the GODDAMN store for some bread, because he was making bacon and SHIT and wanted bread. So, I asked if I could drive his MOTHERFUCKING car because mine was almost out of gas. He gives me the GODDAMN keys to the GODDAMN car and I proceed to the GODDAMN store, which is about 1 GODDAMN mile from my house. I get there, go in with my MOTHERFUCKING two dollars and buy the cheapest loaf I can find. I found one that was only 99 GODDAMN cents, and I go to the checkout and the lady says "Your GODDAMN total will be f***ing 99 Cents". So, I give her one of the MOTHERFUCKING dollars and leave with with my f***ing bread. I get into my brothers car (which is a GODDAMN 2001 Chrysler Concorde) and turn the GODDAMN key. Nothing happens. I turn it again, and the radio and lights and SHIT flicker. I turn it another GODDAMN time and the car completely FUCKS up. It rejects the key by not letting me f***ing turn it again. So I say "GODDAMMIT" and sit there. A few GODDAMN seconds later a MOTHERFUCKING man comes out to get into his car, which is adjacent to mine, and asks if I need f***ing help. So, I told him that the GODDAMN car isn't f***ing working right and I asked if I could borrow his GODDAMN phone. So he says "Sure, here you f***ing go GODDAMMIT". I use the phone to call my brother, who was at home making f***ing bacon. I tell him "Your GODDAMN car wont start! FUCK" and he says he'll be right over. So he gets into my car, which I purposely didn't take to begin with because the GODDAMN fuel tanks was out of f***ing gas. He brings Michael, my friend who is living with us, and brings my jumper cables. When he gets there, we get it all hooked up and my brother begins to start his car. All of a sudden, my GODDAMN car dies. f***. So, my brother calls my mother and she comes with her GODDAMN car. But, right before she gets there my f***ing car starts! So, we try to jump it again and it doesn't work. Next, a GODDAMN person pulls up and gets out to do shopping, and notices we have three GODDAMN cars parked with their hoods open. He was a hispanic who spoke poor f***ing english, and he offers to let us use his car to jump my brothers. So, we pop his hood and try to jump it and it doesn't f***ing work. I then asked my mom for GODDAMN money because I was pretty much completely out of gas now that my brother drove my GODDAMN car. So, she gets all f***ing pissed off and says "Here's some f***ing money, son" and gives m ten dollars to put in my car. I drive to the nearest f***ing gas station and put it in, and go f***ing home because none of our cars will jump his and I need to go to sleep.